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Vampyria: Fang Bang – A Motorhead-Esque Feeding Frenzy of Horror Rock Disturbia

New York State’s premier horror rock attraction, Vampyria, spearheaded by the visionary Steve Noir, has unleashed a theatrical assault on the alternative underground with their standout hit, Fang Bang. By combining modern hard rock appeal with the ancient musical runes of the heavier ancestors, the project creates an immersive experience of vampyric overtones.

Horror punk nostalgia hit me hard when Vampyria sank their teeth into my synapses through this ferocious release. Instead of attempting to keep pace with iconic acts in the vein of Murderdolls and Wednesday 13, the entity set their tempo to a Motorhead-esque rampage.

The juggernaut of a track can only be described as a vampiric feeding frenzy fuelled by storming instrumentals and snarled, absinthe-soaked vocals which scour their way across the intense production. During a particularly melodic interlude, Vampyria exhibit their ability to create an atmosphere as intense as Metallica with their sound, proving their other-worldly skill sets are no mere gimmick. This is a darkly told tale of disturbia straight from the depths of New York, intended to satisfy the heaviest listeners and those seeking a non-existent horror-driven flavour. It is a dead-set rager for fans of theatrical music that belongs on the loudest rock radio channels.

Fang Bang is now available on all major streaming platforms, including YouTube.

Review by Amelia Vandergast

DREГKΣ – Fucked: a no-wave hardcore collision of vehemence, retaliation and unfiltered cultural rage

Fucked by DREΓΚΣ

Glasgow’s own DREГKΣ tore through the alt landscape with their latest single, Fucked, a release that splinters aggression into avant-garde expression with a vindicating force. In a world where atrocities unfold in real time and generations are left scarred beyond rhyme or reason, the track arrives like a lit match dropped into a powder keg. If you’ve been searching for a sound that mirrors the fury you feel whenever you think about what is tearing through Palestine, this caustically adrenalising expulsion of noise and truth gives you a place to set that anger down and let it live at full volume.

Through vehemence sharpened by the spirit of early hardcore punk pioneers, DREГKΣ amplify the true meaning of retaliation. Distortions of African rhythms bleed into the percussion while a cascade of experimental motifs yanks you outside your comfort zone. Over that vortex of no-wave noise, the vocals blaze with a kind of scorched urgency that refuses to let your mind settle. There’s nothing tidy here, nothing softened; it’s raw cultural grief translated into soundwaves, delivered with the unrelenting drive of a band who’ve built their following in Glasgow’s underground by tearing open any room they play.

Formed by a collective of immigrant musicians fronted by Greek polymath Mano Paneras, DREГKΣ channels punk rock, post-rock, shoegaze and math-rock into a feverish, politically charged chaos that feels painfully relevant to the mid-2020s. After building on the buzz of their debut Trans World War and opening for Scottish punk veterans The Zips, they’ve now delivered one of 2025’s most visceral tracks, and it deserves to be heard worldwide.

Fucked is now available on all major streaming platforms, including Bandcamp. 

Review by Amelia Vandergast

Riot Grrrl met biblical disobedience in Ammonite’s fuzz-drenched Sidewinder

Ammonite

Ammonite deserve to sit in the annals of Riot Grrrl history alongside L7, Babes in Toyland and Bikini Kill as they shape the future of the sonic movement after the drop of their electrified with scuzzy visceral angst single, Sidewinder. With a few Sleater-Kinney-esque harmonies thrown into the rancorous assault for good measure and a solo that proves few bands can show as much mettle as Ammonite, Sidewinderis an anthem of pure, adrenalised volition. It drags you into the momentum instead of pulling you along with it; there’s no going through the motions here, just a hellbent mission to deliver catharsis through a culturally eclectic tableau that demands you throw your inhibitions to the wayside to make room for the manifestations of authentic, unapologetic desire.

The lyricism cuts through reverberant distortion with poetic defiance as the hook “shake that troubled tree” refrains like a ritual incantation, while the desire coiled in the final verses arrives untamed and vital. I can’t name one other band which can turn desire into a riot and build a temple out of distortion.

Drawing on imagery from William Blake and biblical mythology to throw off the mantle of forbidden love, Sidewinder vibrates with natural joy while climbing out of shame’s shadow. Ammonite recorded the single in their home studio Chimney Hawk Studios, with Selena Benally behind the board and on guitar and bass, Erin Frisby writing and leading vocals, and Alyson Cina percussively igniting the track.

Sidewinder is now available on all major streaming platforms, including Spotify and Bandcamp. 

Review by Amelia Vandergast

smog moss disfigure the boundaries of Boston’s punk scene in the lo-fi frenzy cop porn!

smog moss brought back the sweat, scum, and savagery of hardcore punk with cop porn!, a battering ram of barely structured rhythm and Machiavellian angst that gives the Boston duo’s disdain a set of teeth. The lo-fi chaos is more than just aesthetic in the distorted and discordant track that revels in rawness; it’s an essential component of the defiant and debased composition that scratches its name into the back of your skull before the one-minute mark.

While most punk projects rehash the past to keep their underground credibility, smog moss punches down the stylised expectations with a sound that has no intention of fitting inside the margins. Through the stripped-back instrumentation of a drum and bass setup, cop porn! manages to get louder than most five-piece outfits. It’s a nauseatingly adrenalised dirge wrapped in a warped bounce that mocks and maims with equal measure, and there’s no mistaking that it was born out of a scene that still sees cops as the enemy, not the caricatured antiheroes they’re becoming in some quarters of the mainstream.

Formed by Margot and Aidan, smog moss are currently desecrating the Boston underground with their self-described pond punk scum jazz noise. Whether their output is goofy or grotesque, it always has the power to leave you bruised and buzzing.

cop porn! is now available on all major streaming platforms, including YouTube. 

Review by Amelia Vandergast.

Smiling Jackals Sharpened the Edge of Addiction and Apathy in ‘Health Junkie’

Smiling Jackals didn’t just subvert the usual rock ‘n’ roll tropes in Health Junkie, they twisted the neck of tired clichés and bent James Dean Bradfield-esque guitar solos around cerebrally sardonic snarls until rock and punk created enough friction to singe the skin. The pulse of the progressions itches to break into the cataclysmic outcry of the choruses, but every moment of restraint and release is measured with magnetic precision.

There’s no empty swagger in Health Junkie, only feral finesse. Smiling Jackals are clearly on a mission to etch out a legacy with volition charged by intellectual firepower. The nostalgia-choked touches may nod to their formative sonic lineage, but there’s no coasting on borrowed memory. They weaponise the raw grungy fidelity as a conduit for angst, catharsis, and lyrical gold with enough weight to put them on the Forbes rich list, if sonic currency counted.

Reigniting the flame they lit before stepping back in the early 2000s, the trio’s return carries scars instead of sheen. Barry Sloane’s vocals hit like serrated confessionals, Nick Kilroe keeps the rhythm volatile and muscular, while Rob Nico’s lyrics cut between social commentary and spiritual unrest with riffs that kick like divine retribution.

Health Junkie is now available to stream on all major platforms, including SoundCloud. 

Review by Amelia Vandergast

TWO TONNE MACHETE Shattered the Illusion of Guaranteed Sanctuary in the Alt-Punk Anthem ‘HOME’

TWO TONNE MACHETE have palpably perfected the art of tempering scuzz with melody when alchemising kinetic alt-punk earworms that slither past the ear canal and right into the synapses and demand serotonin to fire. Lashed with distortion, charged with volition, and weaponised with vindication for the pain of people who can never contemplate the concept of ‘home’ without feeling an agonising sting, HOME tears through the comfort illusion in a way only TTM could.

The North West-based feminist punk band have built a reputation on putting unapologetic vulnerability into anthemic form, and HOME is no exception. Channelling grief—personal and political—through quiet/loud dynamics, grungy bass hooks and juxtaposing screaming guitar solos, this single hits the solar plexus while the message bites deeper. Inspired by the violence of displacement, with the brutality inflicted on those stripped of homes, lives, and identity, especially in Palestine, the emotional charge is never performative; it’s carved into the structure and spat out through Emily’s searing vocal performance.

It’s easy to see why TWO TONNE MACHETE are thriving in the UK alt punk scene; through honed songwriting and rancorous abandon in all the right places, they don’t just hit the spot, they tear through it and leave a sonic scar. With this single marking their first release since signing, and the momentum building through a series of 2025 shows, the stage is set for a summer where no injustice will go unheard.

HOME is now available to stream on all major platforms, including Spotify. 

Review by Amelia Vandergast

Spite Never Tasted So Sweet in the Snarling Alt-Indie-Punk Static of ‘Licorice’ by 92Steps

Skunk Radio Demos by 92Steps

With no interest in immaculate solos or the polished edges demanded by purists, 92Steps‘ lo-fi snarler Licorice tears through the pop-punk façade with a ragged confidence that sardonically smiles in the face of perfection. Produced in a Minneapolis flat, a family cabin, and a borrowed office space, Licorice is a product of unapologetic constraint—and it thrives in every rough-edged second.

A single-person operation run by Riley Schindler, 92Steps makes it clear from the get-go that this is punk for the disillusioned, the spiritually wrecked, and the quietly gluttonous. Drawing from the same well of misanthropy that fuelled the ‘90s, Licorice strips the polish away from pop-punk, delivering a snarled, lo-fi anthem of pure infectious volition—but there’s plenty more to hold onto than scorn.

Machiavellianly switching up vocal energy with deliberate abandon, the single doles out hooks with the sting of Fidlar and the songwriting stripes of The Offspring, forming a corrosively catchy callout aimed at a slick protagonist that’s easy to hate—probably because they’re hiding in everyone’s orbit.

It’s not clean. It’s not clever. It’s not trying to be. What Licorice is, however, is a shot of caustic humour on the vein of alt-indie-punk’s increasingly self-serious skin. There’s real venom in the charm, and sincerity stitched between the sneers.

Licorice is now available to stream on all major platforms, including Bandcamp.

Review by Amelia Vandergast

Eureka Machines – Everything: Power-Pop’s Turing Test for Your Emotional Core

Eureka Machines are keeping the serotonin cogs turning with their sixth studio album, ‘Everything’, and it’s everything a power pop record should be. Just as the Turing Test ascertains if technology can possess human cognition, Eureka Machines tests the human capacity to feel visceral emotion or whether you’ve left your soul out in the cold for too long.

Kicking off with the scuzzy pop-punk chords in the title single, there’s an instant affirmation that the Leeds-based outfit succeeded in their mission to flood the studio with the energy they project on the stage. Winding a few euphoria-doused James Dean Bradfield-esque riffs into the mix, the opening track reaches the epitome of affecting. When the vocals come in as a clean, cutting juxtaposition to the cultivated spirals of rhythmic distortion, you’ll be torn between being emotionally ruined by the lyrics and subjugating yourself to the pulsating augmentations of pretence-less power pop.

As the album progresses, it evidences singer-songwriter Chris Catalyst’s songwriting chops as he humbly demands emotional investment through the sheer authenticity of his charismatic candour. There are performers, and there are conduits of sonic expressionism and with the help of Wayne Insane (drums), Pete Human (bass, vox), and Davros (guitar, vox), he’s in the pantheon of the latter camp.

With poignant introspective outpours wrapping around poetic parables remaining a constant throughout the 12 singles, Eureka Machines only leans into stylistic departures from the preceding singles. After Black and White’ nods to 90s Britpop, ‘Canaries in the Coalmine’ veers into a symbiosis of alt-rock and the working-class fire of Morrissey’s First of the Gang to Die and If I’m Gonna Fight Myself, I’ll Never Win’ teases its way into punk ‘n’ roll territory with Catalyst’s signature soaring with sticky-sweet sentimentality vocals tempering the frenetic percussion.

I was preparing myself for a stripped-back ballad-esque entry, and it finally arrived with Home, which gives full permission to lean into the lyricism, cradled by the artful motifs as they ascend around the intimate confessions. By this point, you’ll be wondering if Catalyst bought shares in Kleenex before dropping the album and if Trump funded the heavy emotive artillery.

‘They’re Coming To Get You’ is a full-on exhibition of how effortlessly synergised Eureka Machines have become since 2007. Instrumentally, the riff-heavy track proves that they could skate by on their technical precision alone and leave out all semblance of personality. The synthesis, which is just as harmonious as the layered vocals, sets the perfect tone for the concluding single, ‘Beautiful Day’, which ebbs away ennui. It’s a choral masterpiece which takes the record to consoling new heights.

In an era when becoming numb is a coping mechanism and dragging yourself through the darker days gets harder, albums like this transcend sound to build sanctuaries where it’s safe to resonate.

‘Everything’ was released on April 11th and is now available to stream on all major platforms, including Spotify and Bandcamp, and can be purchased on vinyl and CD via the official merch store.

Review by Amelia Vandergast

Jack Kendrick and The Broken Wonders Cut to the Core with the Folk-Punk Candour in ‘Spoke to My Doctor’

Jack Kendrick and The Broken Wonders

With an evocative sting sharp enough to cut through the coldest souls, Spoke to My Doctor pulls all the right emotively bruising punches. Jack Kendrick and The Broken Wonders are void of pretence as they put melodies to the maladies of the modern age, distilling the agony of a system designed to manage, not mend. The alt-90s aura bleeds through every chord, carrying the weight of raw emotion as the instrumentals fuel the energy and the lyrics lay bare the disillusionment.

Emotionally, the track pivots on a knife-edge, striking with unfiltered honesty. If you’ve ever stared down the tunnel, squinting for a light that refuses to show, or placed your faith in a medical system too ill-equipped to salve the wounds it barely acknowledges, Spoke to My Doctor will hit like a gut punch. The emotion isn’t just in the words—it’s in the way every note aches, in the expressive vocals that never veer into performance for performance’s sake.

After years of relentless gigging, sharing stages with folk-punk legends like Gaz Brookfield and Ferocious Dog, Jack Kendrick has built a reputation for no-frills, high-impact storytelling. This single only cements that further, proving their ability to turn personal turmoil into a cathartic anthem.

For anyone who’s ever felt unheard, Spoke to My Doctor makes sure the message is loud and clear.

Spoke to My Doctor is now available on all major streaming platforms.

Review by Amelia Vandergast

Unbranded and Unfiltered: An Interview with The Unbranded

The Unbranded was never meant to fit neatly into a single category. What began as Kyle Pivarnik’s basement project has grown into a force that pushes against the expectations of genre and convention. Now a full band with bassist Michael Rose and drummer Daniel Brawley, The Unbranded channels the punch of ’90s punk, the weight of alt-rock, and the introspection of post-hardcore into something raw and uncompromising. In this interview, we discuss the band’s refusal to chase perfection, the impact of religious trauma and sobriety on their songwriting, and why making music at 40 is more relevant than ever. If you’ve ever felt like you don’t quite belong, The Unbranded has something to say—and it’s worth listening to.

The Unbranded, welcome to A&R Factory, it’s a pleasure to have you with us. Before we get into the ground you’re currently breaking, we’d love to know the origin story of your band and how it evolved from a solo project.

The Unbranded started as a solo project in my basement in Colorado. At the time, I struggled to find musicians who shared my musical taste. The local scene leaned either toward folky, hippie music or extreme metal—there wasn’t much in between. So, I started writing and recording music on my own.

Even now, I feel like The Unbranded still lives in that in-between space. We’re often told we’re either too heavy or not heavy enough. That challenge became part of our identity—the band exists to explore those margins and push beyond the confines of any single genre.

When I moved to Oregon, The Unbranded evolved into a full band. We’ve been through a few lineup changes over the years, but we’ve finally landed on the right chemistry. Learning to share something that started as such a personal project was a challenge at first, but I wouldn’t go back to doing it alone. There’s a creative energy that happens when you collaborate—William S. Burroughs called it the “third mind”—where the ideas that emerge are ones none of us could come up with alone. That’s what makes The Unbranded what it is today.

Your sound seems to resist being confined to a single genre while channeling contemporary and nostalgic influences. How did you come to shape The Unbranded sound?

The name The Unbranded was a direct response to not knowing how to categorize our music. I was writing songs that pulled from punk, alt-rock, grunge, and even elements of prog and metal. Rather than force a label on it, I just decided, this is unbranded rock. That and I have no tattoos, and I work in marketing!

We all come from different musical backgrounds, but for me, ’90s punk and alternative were foundational. Hearing Kerplunk by Green Day in 1992 was a defining moment—it cracked something open. Growing up outside of Cleveland, I didn’t realize until much later how much the Bay Area punk scene shaped me. Bands like Operation Ivy gave me a sense of identity, while NOFX played a huge role in shaping my political views. Sonically, Tool and Incubus had a substantial influence on my guitar tone, and that mix of grit and melody still runs through everything I play.

Michael and Daniel bring in elements of metal, post-hardcore, and even jazz. That range means we don’t limit ourselves to a single sound. Each song is inspired by something different. For example, Majesty has a bit of a Coheed and Cambria vibe, and we even reference Claudio Sanchez in the lyrics.

Rather than chase a signature sound, we embrace the freedom to evolve. The current album has a sonic identity, but I make no guarantees that the next one will sound anything like it.

In an era where many opt for hyper-polished production, what drives your decision to retain a raw, unfiltered quality in your recordings?

A lot of modern music has had the humanity processed out of it. Auto-tune and algorithmic perfection have pushed things so far that everything sounds too clean.

For us, it’s about balance. We still record in a high-quality studio—No Angels Here was done at Jackpot! Recording Studio, where bands like Sleater-Kinney, Pearl Jam, and The Postal Service have recorded. Larry Crane, who runs the studio and publishes Tape Op magazine, has a recording philosophy that really resonates with me. You can really feel it in the space. It felt very natural playing in that room.

We wanted our album to sound raw but intentional. Some of the song structures are weird, even awkward, but that’s part of what makes them ours. We didn’t want to chase perfection to the point of losing what makes the music feel human.

Making your mark at 40 is no small feat. How do you believe your maturity and life experience contribute to the emotional depth of your music?

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel self-conscious about my age in a scene where a lot of the bands we play with are still in their early 20s. But I remember learning that Dave Wyndorf of Monster Magnet was 40 when they started blowing up, and thinking, “OK, I’ve still got time.”

I’ve come to appreciate that getting older means I have a clearer sense of what really matters. The themes in our songs reflect that. We’re not just writing about relationships or rebellion—we’re tackling bigger questions about identity, purpose, and survival in a world that doesn’t always make sense.

And at the end of the day, I remind myself that music isn’t about how old you are—it’s about connection. And I think, more than anything, we’re seeking to induce an emotional response.

The challenges you have encountered offstage appear to have played a significant role in your artistic development. In what ways have these experiences influenced your songwriting?

Religious trauma has been a recurring theme in my writing, and it’s something all three of us have dealt with in different ways. Growing up in an environment where music was censored and controlled left a lasting impact, and playing in punk bands became an act of defiance.

Another huge influence has been my journey with sobriety. I got sober at 29 and played in a punk band in Denver while navigating the dive bar scene as a sober musician. A lot of our lyrics deal with the struggle of addiction—not just the personal battle but the broader societal impact.

We want our songs to be anthems for people going through hard times. To take those feelings of shame or struggle and turn them into something communal—something that reminds people they’re not alone.

As you prepare to release a new record and embark on live performances, what key messages or emotions are you hoping to communicate to your audience?

We want to create the same experience that our favorite bands gave us. I always say I write songs for my sixth-grade self—to show him that even if the world around you feels hostile or isolating, music can be a refuge.

That’s what we want to offer our listeners: a sense of belonging, a reminder that things can get better, and an excuse to scream your lungs out at a live show.

Reflecting on the ups and downs of your career, how do you envision the future of The Unbranded, both musically and in terms of connecting with your fans?

The plan for 2025 is simple: record the next album, play as many shows as possible, and keep putting out music that feels authentic.

We’ve talked about doing a West Coast tour from Seattle to San Diego. More than anything, we want to get our music into as many ears as possible—whether that’s through streaming, live shows, or whatever comes next.

One thing’s for sure: we’re just getting started.

The Unbranded is a rock band that refuses to be confined to a single genre, blending elements of punk, alt-rock, and grunge with a raw, dynamic energy. Founded by Kyle Pivarnik (guitar and vocals), the band evolved from a solo project into a full-fledged trio with the addition of Michael Rose (bass) and Daniel Brawley (drums). Drawing from a wide range of influences—from the Bay Area punk scene to post-hardcore and metal—The Unbranded thrives in the creative space between nostalgia and innovation, delivering music that is both urgent and deeply personal.

Discover The Unbranded on Spotify.

Interview by Amelia Vandergast